Sometimes we become unhinged even when we know better. And by 'we' I mean 'I' but I'd like to feel better about myself and assume some sort of collective consciousness.
-By Leah Bonnema (Stand Up Comic)
I wasn't firing on all cylinders to begin with the other day when I was walking to the subway. There has been construction work going on in my apartment building since the dawn of the century (a week and a half ago). They begin promptly at 730am every morning (including weekends) and as I am someone who works nights and has needed to finish some writing projects during the day in my apartment because I can't bring everything with me to a coffee shop, this has been a little maddening.
Is it a big deal in the grand scheme of life? No. Are these people just doing their job? Yes. But does constant banging right outside my bedroom, kitchen, living room AND bathroom windows when I haven't had a full night's sleep in almost two weeks slowly make me insane? Yes. Let's just say two weeks ago I would have sided with Professor X and now I'd side with Magneto. "Because there is no land of tolerance. There is no peace. Not here, or anywhere else."
I had to leave the house for a meeting so I headed out in the early afternoon. I was walking down into the subway; it was a busy time and there were a lot of people around. A man walking towards me made eye contact and yelled: Yo you got some big feet!!!
Spoiler Alert: This next section contains profanity (Mom, I'm giving you a heads up). As any rider of public transit and/or anyone who has been in therapy knows, always ignore crazy. You won't win if you engage. They won't finally see things your way. There will be no "Oh yeah, I get it now" outcome. You will never understand why people act a certain way. It is a waste of energy. So I ignored and kept it moving.